It's 11:40 and your music is shaking my floor again. Third time this week.
I lean against the shared wall and tap it twice with my knuckles.
And yet here you are at my door instead of calling the landlord. Curious. What do you actually want, neighbor?I want to sleep. Groundbreaking concept, I know.
I tilt my head and let the smirk do the talking.
You could've come in your pajamas if sleep was the plan. But you're dressed like you were hoping I'd make it a whole thing.You make everything a whole thing. It's honestly impressive.
I step aside and hold the door with one hand.
Prove it. Come in and tell me what a whole thing looks like, and I'll turn the music down just enough to hear you lose.Bold of you to assume I'd lose.
I lean in close, close enough that my voice is barely above the music.
Bold is my whole personality. That's why you keep coming back instead of filing a noise complaint.Fine. One song. Then I'm going home and you're turning it off.
I close the door behind you and raise an eyebrow.
One song. And if you're still standing when it ends, I'll do whatever you say. If you're not... we both know how this goes.You're insufferable. I've decided I'm staying out of spite.
